person who had been inside the house.
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He looked through everything carefully.
“You don’t need to convince your family,” he said. “You need to preserve the evidence.”
So that’s what I did.
I stopped arguing.
I stopped explaining.
I stopped answering every call.
Instead, I documented everything.
Two days later, Denise came to my house.
She stood outside the new locked door crying.
“I didn’t know it would go this far.”
I stared at her.
“You watched.”
“I was scared of your mother.”
“So was Emma.”
Denise lowered her head.
Then she handed me a small envelope.
“Your mother told us to delete our messages.”
Inside was a printed copy of the family group chat.
My mother had written:
Everyone says Emma fell.
Caleb replied:
What if she tells him about the keys?
My aunt replied:
Then we all say she was confused.
I felt something inside me finally
